Sheepeater Cliff foglet

her vanity, while unattractive to some, did not perturb stigmata in the least. possibly because it in no way compared to the sinful vortex that was his own sense of self-worth. he was a vainglorious tower of countless sins marked deadly for pride, and he had no mind to change any time soon. he wasn't the kind to be swayed by flirtations, but he could appreciate the sentiment behind it. the wolf thought himself desirable, if not to the naked eye, then to a fellow wolf's sense of security. he would make an outstanding ally - sociability not withstanding - and in his holy opinion, any wolf wise enough would try to take advantage of that.

now that she had shown something other than her good looks, just as it was with the problematic meeting of finch, the warhound felt inclined to take a second look. "i agree," the wolf opined, tail swaying thoughtfully. "allowing any fang to defile you would be criminal. which brings to question your scent: it is singular. why travel alone and put such a body in jeopardy?"